Evelin Miller Novels & Stories

Today, she sat in the center, facing the main dining room, with an untouched order beside her right hand. Across the table sat Lady Beatrice Sterling, the formidable dowager of Manhattan’s oldest real estate trust, and Lady Cassandra Vanderbilt, a woman with social endorsement. They were the gatekeepers of the old guard—the very women who had spent the previous twelve hours orchestrating a whisper campaign to exile Evelyn for her ‘unprecedented lapse in morality socially.’ Evelyn had invited them herself. “The wild salmon is exceptional today, Evelyn,” Beatrice murmured, her silver fork hovering over her plate with surgical precision. Her sharp, pale eyes tracked the flawless diamond band on

She carried herself with an air of authority, her eyes scanning the shop like she was appraising it. "Can I help you?" I asked, my voice a little sharper than usual. The woman’s red lips curled into a polite smile, though her expression remained distant. "Sophia Miller, correct?" "Yes," I said slowly. "Who’s asking?" "Evelyn Marlowe," she said, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I’m Mr. Kane’s head of acquisitions." My stomach twisted. Of course, she was here because of Alexander. I shook her hand, though I couldn’t help but feel wary of her polished demeanor.

She often went to accompany him. She told Leanna that she was going on a trip with Jenny and Leanna advised her to be careful. Leanna actually knew in her heart that Evelin had gone to find Layne. She didn't tell Zoey about this, after all, she thought Evelin was also secretly going to see Layne. Evelin boarded the flight to Aldmill, thinking that in ten hours, she would see Layne, whom she hadn't seen for a week. She felt a little excited and happy in her heart.

“President Miller!” Yvonne looked over when she heard the commotion. She turned around and saw Jackson Miller’s slim figure exiting the elevator. When she first spotted Jackson, she felt compelled to flee. That was until she saw an apricot-colored figure out of the corner of her eye. Ella Pearson was seen wriggling her way out from behind Jackson.

she smiled, “I didn’t realize you were waiting.” That was a lie. A big fat lie, Doris swallowed it anyways, refusing to bow at her menace. “Do well to ask questions next time." She seethed, "Come on, Deloise, let’s get you started.” The duo were ushered into the room, and she was prepared for her shots. “Who was that lady?” Deloise finally asked, “Ellen Parker. Top actress at Evolve, and famed for her interest in younger actors.” she answered, "Avoid her, with the look of things, she isn’t your biggest fan.”

Ellen Miller stole the night. All eyes were on her. No one noticed that the other guest who entered with Ellen was nowhere near her. While Ellen walked to their table, Cecilia hurriedly waded her way with her head down, not wanting to make any eye contact. So, as Ellen sat down in her seat, the crowd realized that the other lady was already there. "What a beautiful lady..." "How come we only saw her now? Is she new in Centriona?" "I think she's Ellen Miller, a famous supermodel!"

Ellaine asked. “My parents are of Elvin blood but as you know, I am a witch. I am more than a century old but I haven’t met the next witch of the Elvin blood. The Creator would only take me if I have completed my mission of passing my knowledge to the Elvin pillar of the next generation of witches.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

**Evelyn** As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.